Aah...ok....thanks, Ive got it now, well, apart from the fact that I have NEVER seen any dogs rapping, on or off pavements lol.......maybe down here dogs arent all that into music
I must keep an eye on mine when I move up north.....
Lynda
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I must keep an eye on mine when I move up north.....
Lynda
I remember being about 8 and telling a girl she could use white dog poo as chalk to draw an hopscotch !!
Ooh....you naughty man (ok....boy ) ....that is soooo bad lol
I dread to think what you might be telling the girls now......
Lynda
There's loads of dogs in the music industry.
Examples include Tim Dog, Snoop Doggy Dog, and Bonnie Tyler.
When was RAP ever music?NEVER seen any dogs rapping....maybe down here dogs arent all that into music
Lynda
I cant argue with you there croxden....sounds much more like cr*p to me lolol
But I was using the term loosely.........
Lynda
I wish Lynda, I can't catch em now to tell em anything. I suppose now iv'e got my e bike i'll have a chance lolOoh....you naughty man (ok....boy ) ....that is soooo bad lol
I dread to think what you might be telling the girls now......
Lynda
About 1953, there was craze for fitting a small clear plastic shield about the size of a book on the mascot on the front of a car bonnet.
Suposedly they kept flies off.
Anyone remember them?
Phillips stick on soles to repair your shoes. My Dad had a shoe last which I still have.
In the late 1940's, my "toy" cowboy gun was a rusty old Webley 455 which I could hardly pick up. My friend had a much envied Colt 0.25 pocket pistol. No ammunition of course, but nobody seemed to think anything of it.
How envious I was when the first post war production of real boys cap guns was re-started.
Running around the streets in gas masks playing spitfire pilots and going blue in the face.
We had to cadge these from parents, Uncles, Grans etc. because ours had been the baby ones with a pump.
Seeing the Bristol Brabazon flying over Cardiff.
My first pair of LONG trousers.
Seeing TV for the first time.
American cheese, Canadian apples given away free in school.
School cod liver oil and orange juice besides milk.
Dressing up for Empire Day.
The first pair of Jeans that I saw.
The new novelty----Tee shirts!
Tramcars.
Scars on the road where people had lit VE day bonfires.
Playing football and cricket on what we called bomb patches (Bombed sites that had been cleared of rubble)
Emergency Water Supply tanks, and threatened with the wrath of God if we tried bathing in them.
Junket.
Dried Egg.
Dried Milk
Clothing Coupons, Petrol Coupons, Ration Books.
National Service!!!!
Suposedly they kept flies off.
Anyone remember them?
Phillips stick on soles to repair your shoes. My Dad had a shoe last which I still have.
In the late 1940's, my "toy" cowboy gun was a rusty old Webley 455 which I could hardly pick up. My friend had a much envied Colt 0.25 pocket pistol. No ammunition of course, but nobody seemed to think anything of it.
How envious I was when the first post war production of real boys cap guns was re-started.
Running around the streets in gas masks playing spitfire pilots and going blue in the face.
We had to cadge these from parents, Uncles, Grans etc. because ours had been the baby ones with a pump.
Seeing the Bristol Brabazon flying over Cardiff.
My first pair of LONG trousers.
Seeing TV for the first time.
American cheese, Canadian apples given away free in school.
School cod liver oil and orange juice besides milk.
Dressing up for Empire Day.
The first pair of Jeans that I saw.
The new novelty----Tee shirts!
Tramcars.
Scars on the road where people had lit VE day bonfires.
Playing football and cricket on what we called bomb patches (Bombed sites that had been cleared of rubble)
Emergency Water Supply tanks, and threatened with the wrath of God if we tried bathing in them.
Junket.
Dried Egg.
Dried Milk
Clothing Coupons, Petrol Coupons, Ration Books.
National Service!!!!
Additional to Mike's posting above
Food rationing continued for some years after the end of WW11. Those of us born at that time were valuable replacement stock for the many men and women killed during that war.....and every effort was made to make sure we grew strong and healthy.
As well as free milk and a plentiful supply of tongue tingling cheese to build strong bones, we also had free concentrated orange juice in square bottles, just like the ones containing chicory essence...Camp coffee.
Huge jars of free malt extract, soon replaced with "Virol" (lovely stuff). Free cod-liver oil (yuk).
Sugar was rationed, so sweets were replaced with some strange "sticks", which when chewed tasted of licorice. Plenty of pomegranates available, and some strange shriveled ground-nuts..."Tiger Nuts" I think they were called.
On the day I was born, my father brought home a Manchester terrier pup. "Bill" and I grew up together, and he remained my constant companion for the first eleven years of my life. Bill was an excellent rat-catcher, and frequently commissioned to clear the rats out of the local abattoir and the bakery next door. Needless to say, his efforts were always rewarded in kind, huge slabs of butter and bags of sugar from the bakery, and offal from the slaughter house. Old bill was a great asset to the family, and always received his fare share of his earnings.
Meat was strictly rationed, just a very small joint of Argentinian beef for five shillings. By the time the old lady had crucified it, just one little slice the size of half a crown for each of us...we needed more meat. Saturday afternoons, my Father and I would walk to an old dis-used railway line and set snares for rabbits (sorry about that, but times were hard). The following Sunday morning we returned to collect the free protein, and a grand feast would be on the table at lunchtime...dear old bill had the chiddlins.
I could go on for ever about those truly austere years, in modern parlance it would be described as living in abstract poverty.
Like the saying goes, "It never did me any harm"
Food rationing continued for some years after the end of WW11. Those of us born at that time were valuable replacement stock for the many men and women killed during that war.....and every effort was made to make sure we grew strong and healthy.
As well as free milk and a plentiful supply of tongue tingling cheese to build strong bones, we also had free concentrated orange juice in square bottles, just like the ones containing chicory essence...Camp coffee.
Huge jars of free malt extract, soon replaced with "Virol" (lovely stuff). Free cod-liver oil (yuk).
Sugar was rationed, so sweets were replaced with some strange "sticks", which when chewed tasted of licorice. Plenty of pomegranates available, and some strange shriveled ground-nuts..."Tiger Nuts" I think they were called.
On the day I was born, my father brought home a Manchester terrier pup. "Bill" and I grew up together, and he remained my constant companion for the first eleven years of my life. Bill was an excellent rat-catcher, and frequently commissioned to clear the rats out of the local abattoir and the bakery next door. Needless to say, his efforts were always rewarded in kind, huge slabs of butter and bags of sugar from the bakery, and offal from the slaughter house. Old bill was a great asset to the family, and always received his fare share of his earnings.
Meat was strictly rationed, just a very small joint of Argentinian beef for five shillings. By the time the old lady had crucified it, just one little slice the size of half a crown for each of us...we needed more meat. Saturday afternoons, my Father and I would walk to an old dis-used railway line and set snares for rabbits (sorry about that, but times were hard). The following Sunday morning we returned to collect the free protein, and a grand feast would be on the table at lunchtime...dear old bill had the chiddlins.
I could go on for ever about those truly austere years, in modern parlance it would be described as living in abstract poverty.
Like the saying goes, "It never did me any harm"
Nice reply Blew it, and that is what made you to who you are today and hopefully more appreciative of life. And just a guess I suppose that not everyone was strong enough to fight it through with those hard difficult times. If you did, that must be one of GODS many blessings.
MS.
MS.
Neither are rickets, diptheria and clinkers
Some would have us go back to the dark days.
At least you could see the white ones before you stood in them. They also tended to dry up and disappear quicker. Handy thing about living in the countryside, is around here the dogs have plenty of their own spaces to crap in and crap on the pavements is actually a rare event.
Oddly, I always associated it with white Yorkies. Perhaps they were fed differently from the scangy mutts around mine.
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Jim'll Fix It, The Rolf Harris Show, It's a Knockout, DLT on Sunday morning radio, Jim Davidson's Big Break, The Freddie Starr Show, Gary Glitter on Top of the Pops and the family gathered around the TV watching The Black and White Minstral Show.
But looking forward into the future, everyone's going to die!
But looking forward into the future, everyone's going to die!
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Empire Day. That's the best one so far. I can remember we all had to take a Union Jack (not Union Flag) in to school, and then we were organised into some sort of parade in the playground, all proudly holding up our flags as we marched up and down.
Hello all - just catching up with the thread. A lot of goodies have been dug out of the grim recesses.
In Glasgow the 'money-back bottle' was legal tender, or to give it its proper name, the Glass Cheque. My pals and I wouldn't have survived without them.
Couple of folk have mentioned the rag & bone guys with the horse and cart. These guys must have made a fortune as I distinctly remember a crowd of us swarming around and coming back with about a cwt of woollens and assorted old clothes - our reward ? a balloon each ! Maybe he was hinting that's what we were.
An earlier poster mentioned cream soda and I instinctively started salivating . . .!
Oh and single cigarettes - "tipped singles" up here but you'll have had your own regional variations - these were also akin to currency.
I'm now visualising the Money section of the BBC news
"Today , the single cigarette market dipped dramatically as a glut of Deposit Bottles were traded.
In other news, the demand for bogeys made from pram wheels and planks of wood increased as there was now agreater need for getaways from 'Parkies' trying to ruin everyone's fun in the park "
Happy days
In Glasgow the 'money-back bottle' was legal tender, or to give it its proper name, the Glass Cheque. My pals and I wouldn't have survived without them.
Couple of folk have mentioned the rag & bone guys with the horse and cart. These guys must have made a fortune as I distinctly remember a crowd of us swarming around and coming back with about a cwt of woollens and assorted old clothes - our reward ? a balloon each ! Maybe he was hinting that's what we were.
An earlier poster mentioned cream soda and I instinctively started salivating . . .!
Oh and single cigarettes - "tipped singles" up here but you'll have had your own regional variations - these were also akin to currency.
I'm now visualising the Money section of the BBC news
"Today , the single cigarette market dipped dramatically as a glut of Deposit Bottles were traded.
In other news, the demand for bogeys made from pram wheels and planks of wood increased as there was now agreater need for getaways from 'Parkies' trying to ruin everyone's fun in the park "
Happy days
I was born in 1945, but remember my parents talking about the rationing during the war. Aparrently a "man from the ministrty" came to our farm to count how many gooseberry and currant bushes we had. He told us that we had a patriotic duty to use the fruit for jam making, to help feed the nation. My mother pointed out that we had little sugar, as it was on ration. A week later, a small lorry came from British Rail, and delivered THREE HUNDREDWEIGHT of sugar to the farm. Not much of it went into jam.
Does anyone remember the national sugar shortage in the 1970s? Supermarkets allowed only one bag per customer while stocks lasted. At the time I drove a 32 ton artic for a local firm. For a whole month, I was one of a team of about 40 lorries delivering sugar from a local warehouse to Hull docks, day and night. The trailer floor had to be covered with building paper to keep the sacks clean. After each load, this paper was thrown away.
Of course, if a sack was accidentally split during unloading, half a sack of sugar ended up on the paper. At the end of each shift, I would take home two or three paper potato sacks full of spilled sugar,and by the end of the job, I had a garage full! I kept local shops, and friends and neighbours supplied all winter, but I never made any jam.
Most of the meat we ate was poultry and pork raised on the farm. Mother always said that if we could afford to buy all the meat we had coupons for, we would have more meat than we had ever had in our lives.
Does anyone remember the national sugar shortage in the 1970s? Supermarkets allowed only one bag per customer while stocks lasted. At the time I drove a 32 ton artic for a local firm. For a whole month, I was one of a team of about 40 lorries delivering sugar from a local warehouse to Hull docks, day and night. The trailer floor had to be covered with building paper to keep the sacks clean. After each load, this paper was thrown away.
Of course, if a sack was accidentally split during unloading, half a sack of sugar ended up on the paper. At the end of each shift, I would take home two or three paper potato sacks full of spilled sugar,and by the end of the job, I had a garage full! I kept local shops, and friends and neighbours supplied all winter, but I never made any jam.
Most of the meat we ate was poultry and pork raised on the farm. Mother always said that if we could afford to buy all the meat we had coupons for, we would have more meat than we had ever had in our lives.
And not just singles sold, there were also packets of 5 Woodbines. I remember most buying cigarettes in 10s, only the well off could afford to buy a 20 packet. Looking at the price of a packet of 20 now, we could be going back to those days soon!
Yes, I remember that, but the daft thing was that the shortage was only of the retail stuff. I just bought a large sack of catering granulated which was far cheaper and did exactly the same job. The only difference is that it's not refined out to the nth degree of whiteness as it's used for cake making and the like.